I think we just broke 40 in Fremont, but everything is frozen solid still. Even the cat has no interest in being outside.

I have holiday thememd pins and earrings that I sometimes remember. and I have one christmas sweatshirt from my old library that says "tis the season to be reading" and my old library name. I can now only where it when I am off from work.It is warm .

Most of my socks are decorated with a swoosh or three bars. My tights are decorated more whimsically.

Oh, and btw, Dana, rebooting actually fixed my problem last night. And then I backed up everything, just in case.

I have no holiday clothing. I had a Latin teacher in high school who had a theme sweater for everything(EVERY. FUCKING. THING. Probably fucking too, but I don't want to think about it), a Colonial, children named Betsy and Eddie, and a Golden Lab named Sandy. I took three years of Latin despite this.

I have a pink button for St. Pat's that says "Pinch me and I'll punch you: I'm Irish!"

I hiss back at my cats if they hiss. When no one is watching. Full-on, mouth agape, fuck-you hiss.

I am the dominant critter in my household. You're cute, but I buy the pet food, furballs!

I think I have jack-o-lantern socks, given to me by my mom. I may have gotten rid of them.

I have some cool-ass long skeleton dangly earrings that I happily wear around Halloween.

I have a Santa hat, which I never considered to be the equivalent of other holiday-themed clothing, because I wouldn't wear it to work. (Yeah, now that I think about it, it makes no sense.)

And I may or may not have just bought a slinky short red velour dress with white maribou trim for Christmas parties. I will neither confirm nor deny that, except to say that it's AWESOME.

No Christmas-themed clothing. I tend to do an oblique reference, like the red and white striped long-sleeved t-shirt I bought to wear with my black lounge pants at home at Christmas time. Last year DW and I bought red flannel PJ pants with little doggies sewn on them and wore them for Christmas Eve. So I'll do red nighttime items, but that's about it.

I own 4-inch glow-in-the-dark skeleton earrings. I don't *wear* them, mind you. Mostly because they are cheap as heck and the wires hurt my ears.

I am beginning to nurture the hope that secretly, in her spare time, Lady Gaga knits and watches The Antiques Road Show while wearing a sweatshirt with a cat on it. (Please don't disillusion me if I'm wrong.)

OMG, my mom is Lady Gaga!

I spend so much time editing my HTML and then the screenshots and requirement documents, and do the developers look at them? Quite apparently not. I told them they supersede the app, but nosirree, they're going off the old app instead. ::sigh::

To make a rampant generalism, I've found IT less holiday dressy than other departments, but that may very well be because we're way more foreign than other departments. And more male. At my first LA job there was a Fun Committee and pressure to get all festive, but I think I'm going to be spared that here. I'd be surprised if anyone dressed or decorated in our department.

McSweeney's presents a pole dancing class taught by Paula Deen:

OK now, you're going to grab on to your pole about head-height, swing yourselves out and WRAP your body around the pole—that's right, just wrap yourself around it like a slice of bacon 'round an ear of sweet corn. Good, y'all! Now kick up that outside leg and float around to the ground ... nice and light, just like you're folding mayonnaise into sour cream. That's it!